Signed To The Mafia King - Chapter 49: Chapter 49

LUCA
For a second, I didn’t move.
Victoria stood there, completely bare, her eyes locked on mine like she was waiting for a reaction. Like she was expecting one.
What the fuck was she doing?
"Put on the robe," I said, my voice flat.
She tilted her head, a sultry smile on her lips. "Make me."
She started toward me, her bare feet silent against the floor.
When she got close, she leaned in, pressing her lips to mine.
I felt the fire of her mouth, the softness of her lips. My body reacted on instinct and I kissed her back for a moment, remembering the many times I had wanted her desperately.
I was disgusted with myself. What the hell was I doing? I was married.
I pulled away, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand like I could clean her taste off my lips.
Victoria laughed, slow and knowing, like she thought this was all a game.
Like I was playing hard to get. She winked at me. "You missed me, didn’t you?"
"Put on the robe," I repeated, my voice harder now.
She didn’t move, instead she smiled up at me with her hands on my chest. "I didn’t expect you to come here."
I stared down at her. Did she think I was happy to come here? When would she stop being a nuisance? "I didn’t expect to have to, but Alina is pissed, and you need to stop calling her."
Just like that, the playfulness in her face disappeared. Anger twisted her features, her lips pulling into a sneer. "You came here because of her?"
I shrugged. "Why else would I be here?"
Her eyes flashed. I turned away before she could say anything else, grabbing the robe from the floor and throwing it at her.
It was a mistake.
The second I turned, my eyes dragged over her body. I had spent years wanting her, touching her, knowing every inch of her, and my body remembered.
It wasn't that Victoria was not beautiful, it was that I didn't want her anymore.
All I could think about was Alina as I looked at Victoria.
Her stubborn eyes. The way her lips curled in amusement when she was teasing me. The scent of her skin when she pressed close.
Victoria had been my addiction once. Now, she didn’t even make my heart jump.
I walked toward the door. "If you keep pushing, you’ll regret it. If Alina gets angry enough, she might very well hurt you."
Victoria grabbed the robe but didn’t put it on. "You think I’m scared of her?"
I didn’t answer. Just kept walking.
"Don’t you understand?" she snapped. "I love you!"
I stopped, turning my head slightly.
"So you think I can just move on like that?" she went on, her voice rising. "You think I’ll just sit back and let her have you? It doesn’t work like that, Luca!"
I turned fully then, meeting her eyes. "I don’t care how you do it. Just do it."
Her face twisted, but I didn’t wait for whatever she had to say next. I walked out and slammed the door behind me.
By the time I got back to the office, I was already exhausted.
I wanted a drink.
I wanted a shower.
I wanted to erase the memory of Victoria pressing her lips to mine like she thought she still had a chance.
Most of all, I wanted to be home, where I could see Alina and make sure she wasn’t still pissed at me.
Instead, the first thing I saw when I walked into my office was my father.
He was standing by my desk, flipping through a file, looking like he’d been there for a while. His suit was dark gray, the usual.
His face was unreadable as he watched me step in.
I sighed and shut the door behind me. "What do you want?"
Instead of answering, he stepped around the desk and handed me the file.
I took it reluctantly, opening it. Inside was a list of names, all neatly typed like it had just been printed.
I didn’t want to deal with this right now.
I dropped the file on my desk without looking through it and sat down.
My father didn’t sit. "I hear you called Mink’s son to guard Alina."
I leaned back in my chair already done with this conversation before it even started. "Yeah. I did."
His face barely changed, but I knew him well enough to catch the slight downturn of his mouth. "That might not be enough to protect her."
I pinched the bridge of my nose. "I don’t want to hear a word of whatever cryptic bullshit you’re about to say."
I wasn’t in the mood for his riddles or warnings.
He had a way of talking in circles, of making everything sound like a goddamn prophecy, and right now, I didn’t have the patience for it.
I dropped my hand and closed my eyes for a second, feeling the exhaustion settle deeper into my bones.
Alina was probably still angry.
I shouldn’t have hung up on her like that.
I should’ve calmed her down, should’ve reassured her instead of telling her to wait while I was in the middle of a meeting.
I considered calling her, but I knew she wouldn’t answer, not when she was pissed.
I’d see her at home. Hopefully, she wasn’t too mad by then.
I stretched my arms over my head, rolling the tension from my shoulders, then looked up as my father spoke again.
"I’m leaving for the UK in a few days."
I shrugged. "Alina’s mother might be going too."
His jaw clenched. “Stop getting too close to that family," he said, his voice flat, but there was weight behind it.
I ignored him and leaned back in my chair, rubbing a hand over my face. I could feel his stare, the way he was watching me, waiting for an answer.
Instead of walking away, he stepped around the table.
"Did you hear me?"
I opened my eyes and met his eyes. "I heard you, Father. I plan on ignoring you."
His jaw clenched again, but he didn’t say anything else.
He turned and walked out, leaving the door open behind him.